Psycho. || h.s.

0.6.

"Harry..."

He shifted around slightly, but was still asleep.

"Harry, come on, wake up."

Still asleep.

"Harold!"

He jumped and looked around confused, his forest green eyes lost as he wondered why he wasn't in his bed. Then he saw Odd, and frowned, "what's wrong?"

"Um, you look adorable while you're asleep but I really need to pee."

He smirked at that, " you think I look adorable while I'm sleeping?"

She slightly blushed and looked away quickly, "whatever, get off! Ma vessie va s'exploser!"

His eyes widened at her foreign words, he didn't know she could speak another language, yet a language he always thought was difficult and really attractive.

"You can speak French?"

"Yeah, I was born in Lyon and lived there until ninth grade."

"Wow, that's pretty cool."

She smiled, "thanks. Could you please tell me where your restroom is?"

"Last door at the end of the hallway. "

"Thanks." And she ran as fast as she could, Harry chuckling at her adorableness.

However, once she was out of the room, he couldn't stop imagining how incredibly hot it would be to have her underneath him, begging for him to fuck her, moaning and whimpering, in French. It didn't help that she was shy, and he thought it made her more... fuckable.

He couldn't exactly hide his excitement, and he groaned when he heard the door open again, and took the closest pillow and put it on his lap.

"Your house is really well organised, I like it."

"I'm glad you do."

"It also reflects a lot of your personality."

"How so?"

"Most of the furniture and all the small decorations are either beige, saumon, or black. I mean sure there are some colours but mostly there are pastel colours around. Which shows that you're a calm, quiet person."

Ha, you thought.

"And black is just kind of... your touch to everything. Like this picture frame there, the frame is sort of a... lily colour but I can see handwritten sentences, I'm pretty sure it's you. And you know, other details that you added make it seem like you like clear and light colours, but love adding your own design to them. And I mean- okay sorry, I kind of got too carried away and I'm pretty sure you now think of me as some weirdo and-okay I'm just gonna stop talking." She added a small laugh.

He laughed, he found her so cute, and he thought that the way she noticed small details was impressive.

"You're really observant. You're right actually, I did write those quotes, and I do like adding my own touch to the things I buy, so they can feel more... homely?"

"That's not really a word."

"It is in my dictionary."

She rolled her eyes but smiled. "Whatever."

She glanced at her watch and her eyes widened a fraction. She didn't expect to spend so much time with him, and she was shocked as to how quickly time has passed.

"I need to go, it's late. Thank you for letting me stay, and your brownies are really delicious." She said as she wore her coat.

I don't want her to leave. Harry realised that her presence made him forget about every problem in his life and focus on just her.

He smiled as he stood up to walk her outside. "You're most welcome. I'll make sure to bake brownies every time you come then." He added a little wink.

She laughed, and put her beanie on.

Don't leave.

He couldn't say it though, he didn't understand why he would say it anyway. He never needed any of his victims to stay. He did say it more than once, but never meant it.

"See you later, Haz." She walked out.

"Bye." He mumbled, frowning at his thoughts as he closed the door.

Don't leave me alone with my thoughts.

My grandpa passed away this week, I was supposed to just reread it last weekend before posting it but then I came from school to the bad news and I couldn't. I hope you enjoy it, thank you for reading.